I heard it said
Men’s fortunes died,
And later read
Near nation wide,
While few survived
Were to have cried,
Brother please
Can you spare a dime,
Alas a prelude to the times…
It’s now my stead
Afore I’m meant to die,
Or you’d have read
About my defunct hide,
Tho I shan’t beg a dime
Might you not now
Allow yourself to doubt,
Another’s take
On our alleged debate,
For soon too we be gone,
So spare the while alive
Just for a time,
To be that brother mine!
ode to a lost brother
Poetry on a Canapé 
Touching.
Un cri du coeur!
Aside from as you suggest, touching and heartfelt (cri de coeur). My intent was more of a wake up call of reality as to time. We humans have a habit of putting certain things off, often until too late, and then forever live regret. In a perfect life of give and take, one might say my piece offers, tells, or suggests reaching out to circumvent insecurities and arrogation. But there is no perfect in life or in anything else, so at best all we can do is nudge and hope for understanding…and that’s a lot. Jean-Jacques Fournier